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“I know what you are,” I whispered.

Adrian didn’t flinch. “Do you.” His voice was a low rasp.

I reached into my clutch, pulled out a tiny shard of glass I’d kept from before—why, I didn’t even know—and without flinching, sliced my palm open. Blood welled instantly, hot and red. His nostrils flared. His eyes bled crimson.

“You’re insane,” he growled, stepping back.

“No,” I said, stepping forward. “I’m curious.”

He moved in a blur, faster than I could blink, grabbing me by the throat—not hard enough to hurt, just enough to hold me still. His fangs had descended, sharp and glinting.”
― Alexa Carrington, Throne of Shadows: Book One of the Bloodmarked Legacy

“He just spun and pinned me against the wall, one arm braced beside my head, the other around my waist, anchoring me in place like I was nothing more than prey caught by a predator.
He grinned at me.
I panted, glaring up at him. “I’m starting to think you like this position.”
His eyes darkened. Fangs a breath away from dropping.
His voice came low. Dangerous.
“I do,” he said. “Especially when I fuck you against it.”
My breath caught.
Lightning in my veins.
I opened my mouth to respond—but nothing came out.”
― Alexa Carrington, Crown of Ashes

“It was a five-minute drive from my London flat. Long enough for Nico to talk non-stop about beer, British accents, and whether he should grow a mustache “for power.” I considered rolling out of the moving vehicle.”
― Alexa Carrington, Crown of Ashes

“I found one of Sienna’s shirts crumpled in her duffel—black, cotton, slightly worn. It smelled like wildflowers and smoke and something distinctly her. I held it to my face. Breathed in.
Then I kept it.
Because why the fuck not.”
― Alexa Carrington, Crown of Ashes

“I think I’ll call him Sterling,” I said, scratching behind the pup’s ears as he curled up in my lap. “Because he’s precious.”
Thorne raised a dark brow, moving over to the couch, a glass of blood-wine in hand. “Sterling?” he echoed like I’d just named the puppy Glitterbomb.
“Yes,” I said defensively. “He’s precious. Like a jewel. Or vintage silver.”
“He’s a stray.”
“He’s misunderstood.”
“So was Lucifer.”
― Alexa Carrington, Crown of Ashes

“The puppy bared tiny teeth—more fear than threat. But I stayed where I was.
Thorne knelt beside me, silent as a shadow. His presence alone made the pup whimper and shrink back.
“You’re scaring him,” I said.
He raised a brow. “I am terrifying. That’s not new information.”
I shot him a look. “Can you, like… not breathe darkness for five seconds?”
― Alexa Carrington, Crown of Ashes

“Someone was going to pay for what happened to her.
And I didn’t know if it was her family, the Council, or the gods themselves…
But they’d regret ever laying a hand on my wolf.”
― Alexa Carrington

“And Sienna… she’d better still be breathing. Because if she wasn’t, I’d burn the world down and salt the ashes.”
― Alexa Carrington

“Because of course he slept naked. And of course my eyes dropped lower, trailing that glorious line of muscle disappearing beneath the covers. I didn’t even try to stop the shiver that ran through me, the heat that coiled between my thighs, sudden and wicked. My core clenched.
Thorne’s smirk was pure arrogance.
And then he inhaled—just a slow, deliberate breath.
Oh god.
He smelled it.”
― Alexa Carrington, Crown of Ashes

“Thorne—” My voice cracked on his name. “Please…”
He hummed against me, the vibration nearly undoing me. “Please what?” His voice was rough, teasing, his mouth still working me mercilessly. “Tell me what you need, little wolf.”
“You,” I breathed. “All of you.”
His growl rumbled through me, deep and primal. “Good girl.”
― Alexa Carrington, Crown of Ashes

“Beautiful,” I rasped, brushing my lips over her temple. “My beautiful little wolf.”
― Alexa Carrington, Crown of Ashes